Nimpeo - The Cleanest lyrics

[Verse] Never take the plastic of my iPhone, I am the cleanest My tool box is empty cause I don't really need it My twin brother is so ugly, you wouldn't believe it When I grow up I wanna be Jaden Smith Too fly to land on any landing strips Go down under just to see the future All of my raps are really just my bloopers Thinking the type of stuff that elevates the mind In real life I'm awkward as an elevator ride Up all night writing, never up early Only kisses I get are from Hersheys Mic in one hand, chocolate in the other How'd I get so phat with the bars I wonder You like this song in at least one parallel universe In the ones you don't I'm putting you in a hearse I never even know how to put an end to a verse I feel so naked without my clothes on You only have L's like broken headphones Find me in the streets licking my folded elbows I'm a rapper on track discussing barber shops If my hair hideous I'll have the barber shot Don't show up to my own birthday party, let 'em celebrate My cerebellum the only thing I set to blaze Breaking my neck looking at the skyskrapers Then I look under my shoes like "hi, haters!" Fall tryna holla at a girl, I'm a very bad ice skater But I got her chatting, that's one hell of an ice breaker My nonsense detector go off every time I try to talk I'll rip you apart cause you terrible, time you stop I am not not underground, I am under the ground Literally in a coffin spittin', deadly with the written I dont do deadlines, I just dead you with the lines I got vinyls, but you just collecting dust Mocking my insecurities like "oh, you s**" This is not concious rap, am just a concious rapping My cat read my lines and started laughing Used to piss my bed, now why did I share that? I'm just a lame internet rapper, go and share that Can't sing but got a bunch of notes, take notice like post-its None of you are gods nor kings, theres only one and you're not him You sleeping on me and I envy you like Nico and Vinz You've seen basketball, but you ain't seen magic I grind so much I sleep standing Delete my songs then recycle them months later If I were a candy I'd have a bunch of flavors Not in a paradise, so I roll none Knock you out the park, that's a homerun Talking 'bout real, you be real in a ditch Don't need a hook to reel in the fish There are hot singles in my area, for real My hot singles cause hysteria, I'm sk**ed Throw bu*ter on a fly, call it a bu*terfly Got no wings, but I fly, hop on, don't be shy The world is ours to mold as we go, peep my creation But you can't though, it's my own, that's my liberation Dont know where am going, looking forward to getting there Can't fight my addiction to overthinking, but getting there